Protect Me|JungkookxBTS

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Yoongi pov
I flinched when I heard the sound of the front door unlock. I thought everyone was home? I was a little shocked to see Jungkook walk into the house, or limp into the house. He looked terrible. I got up from my seat at the table and walked over to the struggling maknae, who hasn't noticed me yet. "Hey Jungkook, are you okay?" I asked quietly, so I don't scare him. Jungkook  flinched and whimpered as if I was going to hurt him or something. "Hey kookie what's wrong? Why were you gone?" I asked as I scanned Jungkook's body for any injuries. I did notice his bottom lip was bleeding, did someone attack him? "I-I'm fine hyung, j-just tired." Was all Jungkook said before he stumbled down the hall and into the bathroom. I just stood there, should I go after him? Maybe he's hurt, maybe he just fell during dance practice. I shrugged, deciding he was probably telling the truth. Carefully I picked up my notebook off of the table and walked to my room. But stopped when I clearly heard crying coming from the bathroom. Hesitantly I pressed my ear against the cold door. At first all I could hear was running water, but then I could hear Jungkook's broken voice as he mumbled something repeatedly to himself. Now I'm concerned. "Jungkook?" I whispered as I gently knocked on the door. The mumbling instantly stopped and so did the water. "Y-Yoongi hyung?" The maknae squeaked from inside, obviously he wasn't going to open the door. His voice sounded so strange, usually it's strong and smooth, but now it's small and broken. "Jungkookie are you okay?" I asked, me ear still pressed firmly against the door. It was silent for a couple seconds, as if Jungkook was fighting with himself on what to say. "I'm fine." Was all Jungkook said before he started the shower again. I sighed in defeat, something is definitely wrong with Jungkook. But I don't want to make him more upset, I'll talk to the guys tomorrow. My heart clenched as I reluctantly walked into my room. Someone definitely hurt Jungkook.

Jungkook pov
The guilt from lying to Yoongi hyung was eating away at me. He just wanted to help but I lied to him, it's better this way though. The members would be disgusted if they found out what happened to me. So they'll never know.

I couldn't tell if it was tears or just water on my face, probably both. My skin was already bright red and sensitive from scrubbing to long. But he wouldn't go away, I could still feel him on me. His cold touch and rough lips. I sighed in defeat when I realized I needed to get out of the shower, I just want to go to bed. I cringed when I stepped out of the shower, burning pain shooting up my back from my butt. My knees buckled, causing me to fall onto my knees on the hard tile floor. I've never felt so pathetic in my entire life. "Jungkook?" I heard a soft voice whisper from outside the door. Fuck my life, why won't they just leave me alone! "What?" I spat, my voice a mixture of annoyed and pitiful. "Kookie are you okay?" That soft voice asked, this voice definitely belongs to Jimin. Even though I was silently crying and struggling to stand up I still mumbled a yes. "Did you fall?" Jimin continued to ask, "yeah, but I'm fine." I replied. Trying to sound as positive as possible. "Ok, goodnight kookie." Jimin squeaked happily followed by the pitter patter of his small feet on the floor. Even though I wanted to smile at how cute Jimin is, I couldn't do it. Instead I frowned and grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my waist. I took a deep breath before limping out of the bathroom and into my shared room with Namjoon. Good thing Namjoon is a heavy sleeper. A sob escaped my lips when I bent down to pull my pants up, the pain won't go away. Tears were rolling down my cheeks as I curled into bed, trying desperately to make myself feel safe. So he won't get me.